I climb, I backtrack. I float. I ramble my way home.

Because of the dog’s joyfulness, our own is increased. It is no small gift.

Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination.

When it's over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement. I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms. When it is over, I don't want to wonder if I have made of my life something particular, and real. I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened, or full of argument. I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.

And to tell the truth I don't want to let go of the wrists of idleness, I don't want to sell my life for money, I don't even want to come in out of the rain.

I consider myself kind of a reporter - one who uses words that are more like music and that have a choreography. I never think of myself as a poet; I just get up and write.

Sing, if you can sing, and it not still be musical inside yourself.